Evidence of Us.

Prologue

The crime world is cruel. Everybody knows it. Still, for some people it's their whole life. They don't know any better, regardless, they only have themselves to blame. Louis Tomlinson is one of them, having lived a violent, drug-fueled life for as long as he can remember. Because of this, and the lack of education he received while growing up, he chose to continue the criminal path, making it his career. Starting with small drug deals, he continued to grow his business. That's how he met his now – gang members. They all had troubled past, so their only way out was to join Louis. He helped them escape whatever they had going on, giving them shelter, food and money. In return, they had to join him, with no way out. Once you joined his gang, the only way you could escape was death. Nevertheless, they didn't regret joining Tomlinson. Sure, he was a pain in the ass with his short temper and aggressive personality, but deep down they all knew that he cared about them. They were like one big family.

It was a cold autumn night when Louis received a call from one of his people, begging him for help. Liam, one of the first people to join him, was currently in trouble. While doing one of their usual deals, cops showed up. "What the fuck do you mean? How is that possible Liam?" the blue-eyed man shouted thru the phone. "I - I don't know boss! Jesus, I need your help, they're on my back!" Liam said with panic in his voice.

"Where are you now?"

"Uh, I'm close to the abandoned motel. I- I don't remember the street name."

"I'm coming."

As he approached the place, Tomlinson saw his mentee running. After him there was a strangely dressed cop – a detective, he realized. Getting out of his car, he quickly ran into their direction. Taking all of the detectives' attention, he yelled to the younger male "Run!". The longhaired detective started to aim at the masked man "Stop right there!" he shouted, unlocking the weapon. Louis grinned to himself under his mask. He is going to have some fun with him. He waved at the officer, playing with him. He ran into a dark alley, with no way out. Thanks to his athletic skills, he had an advantage over him. Quickly pulling himself up the brick wall, then a gunshot occurred. Next, he felt pain in his shoulder. Still – it didn't stop him. The only thing left of him was his blood on the wall.

Returning to their hideout, he grimaced in pain. Walking in he got attacked with questions about his well-being by other gang members. "I'm fine. It's not like it's my first time getting shot." he scowled them. "Is Micah here? I need him to take care of the wound."

"No boss, he left some time ago." Zayn said and Louis made a face. He was angry – not only did Liam screwed up, he got a bullet in his shoulder and now the only doctor they have, decided to leave work early. "Fucking hell. I'm going to do it myself then."

He took his hoodie off, taking some vodka from the table to clean the injury. "Lou, I don't think that's a good idea. It's dangerous." Julia exclaimed, and if a glance could kill, she would be dead. "Shut up, Julia. It's none of your business." he growled and disinfected his wound with the alcohol. Then, he took out the bullet out with his fingers while everyone watched him with frowning faces.

"I swear Louis, you're going to die of an infection if you keep doing this." Liam commented on his bosses' actions.

"First of all, I don't care. Second of all, it's all your fault so keep your mouth shut!" the blue-eyed man shouted, while stitching up the injury. Liam raised his hands in a manner of surrender "Chill, I'm sorry." he said and Louis slammed his fist on the table "Who do you think you are? Talking to me like that?" he gritted thru his teeth. "Know your fucking place or I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Payne." And after that, everyone went quiet. They knew better than to mess with an angry Louis.